Sun
Sun
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki, sadly.
A/N: First attempt on a drabble and I must say…it seems good enough to read.
Goku admired that golden-haired monk that currently lay on the bed, his back facing him. That day, the day he was saved from that prison by his savior, he would always remember. Sanzo wanted him to shut up but he knew he didn't call—he didn't call with his mouth but he called out with his heart and waited for anyone—for him to arrive. Sanzo also returned him to his sanity when he went wild. Great admiration filled the boy's eyes as he remembered those events. If only Sanzo knew how he was the sun of one of his companions.